Men's Onyx And Diamond Rings Novels & Stories

Alone now, I sit at the vanity and open the black box Jackson brought. We agreed to attend the ceremony with the rings we bought. A sigh escapes me when I see the ring inside. I put it on, my vision blurring with tears for a moment, until I close my eyes and hold them back. Then, I admire the ring on my finger. Half open at the front, it circles the back of my finger until it ends in a diamond on the left. On the right, the white gold divides into bands, ending in a diamond above and another below the center one on the other side. Perfect for representing us.

“Anna, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. This ring—it’s not a symbol of ownership. It’s a vow. Mine.” Her throat tightened. “This is too much.” “No.” His gaze never wavered. “For you, it will never be enough.” He took her trembling hand and slid the ring onto her finger. The diamond flared, scattering light across the clerk’s desk like fire. Then he drew out the second ring. Heavy, platinum, brushed to a matte sheen. Not ornate. Masculine. But the edges bore the same knotwork as hers—a quiet match. Anna’s eyes widened. “That’s for—”

Her expression was one of surprise, as was mine, which soon after became serious; Prince Crowther was sitting next to her, everyone stared at me, I saluted the commander who broke the awkward silence. _______ This is Blacke Livet, one of the best we currently have in the corporation, my eyes fell to Ayla's that brought an expression that I couldn't decipher - Mr. Livet, will accompany Miss Ayla throughout our corporation, she chose military area to exercise the next test of the dispute for the Diamond crown .. - I nodded in a positive sign understanding the reason why she was there - Your Highness, you can choose to go with them or stay here in my company... Nathan Crowther is the scum of al

“What’s that?” My darkness made the rings and that was our little secret. I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable while wearing them. “Oh my God! Are you proposing?” “We are married.” I chuckled at her words, letting her out of my grasp. “Fuck me…yes, we are.” Maya said those words as her eyes connected in desire to the onyx rings. It took me days to find the perfect design, and when I did find them, I found myself wondering if she’d like them like a bloody lover boy.

Their parents cheered as Matthew slipped the ring on Ambrose's finger. "Wait, oh shit," Matthew muttered under his breath when he realized that Ambrose was still wearing his old engagement ring and wedding ring. "Let me get that off real quick." Ambrose couldn't help but chuckle as Matthew fumbled with the rings on his finger before putting on the new ring onto his finger. "It's beautiful, Matt. Thank you," Ambrose said, tears pooling in his eyes. "You don't have to say thank you, baby." "I know, but I want to."

he smiled. Tapping his nose with his index finger, on which glittered a ring with an enormous onyx stone. Though I couldn’t see it very clearly, some sort of yellow design spiraled across that ring’s gleaming black stone. Without speaking, Bobby and I retreated from the balcony toward the stairs to wait for the service’s end there. Even though the man never once glanced in our direction, I suspected then—and I know now—that he knew we were watching, and that’s why he’d been smiling.

“Mr. Cross, everything is ready.” Julian didn’t even look at the displays. “Show me your most expensive ring.” A diamond was placed in front of him, massive, blinding, the kind of thing that felt more like a fortress than jewelry. He studied it with bored indifference. But my eyes drifted to another ring. Smaller. Softer. A single diamond surrounded by tiny stones. Elegant and understated, yet beautiful enough to draw the eye. It caught the light with every movement, sparkling as if it had a life of its own.

He looked at me confusingly. “I want a ring which fits my description.” My voice came out of throat annoyingly. “Mam we have one more design, which is very exclusive and only has two kinds in the world. One for man and one for woman. They have very great looks but are the most expensive rings of our shop.” She interrupted our conversation and tried to put me at an ease. “Fine show me. Money doesn’t matter.” I eyed Ryan one last time and sighed. She brought two pairs of rings whose box was heavily designed. If the box is looking so good what will the rings look like.

He keeps both my hands firmly in one of his and reaches the other into a pocket. When he pulls it out again, there's a small black box in the palm of his large hand. Using a thumb and another finger, he pushes open the top to reveal the largest fucking diamond ring I've ever seen. One abnormally large rectangular shaped diamond sits on a simple gold band nestled in the black velvet of the box. My knowledge of diamonds is lacking, but it must be at least five carats. Ryland moves the box closer as though he thinks I can't see the huge rock in the short distance. When the hell did he find time to buy a ring? Surely even he can't change into a tux and buy a ring this large in thirty minutes on

The room was adorned with plush velvet displays, and soft lighting highlighted the brilliance of each piece. Attendant: "Here are some options for you, sir. These diamonds are meticulously selected, and their craftsmanship is unparalleled." Kay carefully examined each ring, his eyes sparkling with appreciation for the craftsmanship and artistry before him. He asked the attendant numerous questions, wanting to understand the unique qualities of each ring and ensure that he made the perfect choice. Kay: "I want the most stunning diamond you have, one that captures the essence of our love. Money is no object." Attendant: "Certainly, sir. We have a particularly exceptional diamond in mind, a rar